Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts

Harry and Ron seized the opportunity, pushing off with their feet to dash forward before the Devil's Snare could ensnare them again.

Realizing they were safe, the two immediately turned back and shouted at Hermione:

"Hermione, don't struggle! The more you struggle, the more it likes it!"

"If you stay still, it'll let you go!"

"I can't!"

Hermione responded, exasperated, her voice already tinged with tears:

"Sherlock, I remember! It likes dark, damp places, quickly, get rid of it!"

"Dark and damp—"

Sherlock looked at the flustered Hermione and couldn't help but sigh.

Her ability to handle pressure in emergencies still needed improvement.

"Incendio!"

As Sherlock spoke the incantation, blue flames erupted from the tip of his wand.

The scattered flames carried intense heat, instantly dispelling all the thick, inky darkness around them.

As the surrounding environment was illuminated, the Devil's Snare retreated rapidly as if it had encountered its natural enemy.

The vines that had been tightly缠绕缠绕Hermione also loosened and gave up缠绕缠绕her.

Regaining her freedom, Hermione stumbled forward, her body uncontrollably falling directly into Sherlock's arms.

Although Sherlock caught Hermione, he felt something was strange.

Because even now, Hermione in his arms was still trembling.

Why was her reaction even stronger than when she encountered the troll last time?

A mere Devil's Snare; with Hermione's knowledge and courage, she shouldn't be this frightened, right?

Harry and Ron looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion.

Although this plant was indeed troublesome, and had almost suffocated Harry, who was still shaken by it, Hermione's reaction was a bit too exaggerated.

After a while, Hermione finally stabilized her emotions and emerged from Sherlock's arms, her face red.

"Thank you," she said softly, her voice as faint as a mosquito.

Luckily, Sherlock was here, preventing her from making an even bigger fool of herself.

However, Sherlock looked at her with a serious expression.

"My friend, you're still holding your wand—since you already know the Devil's Snare likes dark, damp environments, I believe you could have thought of burning it."

"I thought of it, but what I thought was, there's no firewood here—"

Hermione's voice grew softer and softer, almost inaudible by the end.

Sherlock: (⊙_⊙)

Harry: (O_O)

Ron: (*ro)

The three had different expressions, and in the end, Ron couldn't resist the urge to吐槽:

"Are you crazy? Are you even a witch!

"There's no firewood here"—what are you even saying!"

Sherlock: ←_←

Harry: →_→

Hermione looked at the three of them, clenched her fists tightly, her cheeks flushed, and said defiantly, "Laugh if you want, don't hold back."

As soon as she said this, Ron burst out laughing: "Hahahahaha!"

He laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight.

Harry behaved slightly better, covering his mouth with one hand, trying to hide his laughter.

Sherlock didn't laugh, but the look in his eyes towards Hermione became even stranger, and he squinted slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing Ron laughing non-stop, Hermione glared at him fiercely, her eyes seeming to spit fire.

Her glare made Ron's voice gradually fade, and he simply turned his back.

But from the way his shoulders kept twitching, it was clear that he was trying very hard to restrain himself.

Seeing this scene, Sherlock shook his head, raised his arm and pointed forward, saying, "Let's go this way."

There was no need to waste time looking for a path, because there was only this stone corridor ahead.

Sherlock led the way, Hermione and Harry followed closely behind, and Ron walked at the back.

The corridor was filled with a damp, musty smell, and the walls were covered with green moss.

The four walked down the stone corridor, and besides their footsteps, only the sound of water droplets slowly dripping down the walls remained.

The dripping sound echoed in the silent space, like a monotonous movement.

At this time, Hermione finally calmed down and asked, "Why didn't you wait for me and just come?"

"Time waits for no one."

Sherlock said without turning his head, "Having finally waited for Dumbledore to leave, Quirrell will never let go of this opportunity.

Our purpose is to lure the snake out of its hole; we can't really let the snake take the bait away."

Speaking of this, he paused, "We need a fighter, so Ron came along too."

"Okay, you're right."

Hermione said sullenly, "I still didn't get to see Headmaster Dumbledore; Professor McGonagall said he had gone to the Ministry of Magic—"

She didn't believe Quirrell would steal the Sorcerer's Stone at all, and said not to say things that were not conducive to unity—

"Pfft~!"

"What are you laughing at?"

Hermione immediately looked at Ron with an unfriendly expression.

Ron coughed: "Nothing—I suddenly thought of something happy."

Hermione glared at him fiercely and continued to say to Sherlock:

"Professor McGonagall said that although I won't be punished this time, next time I will not only lose points but also be given detention—I have never been given detention before, it's really embarrassing——."

"Pfft~!"

"Ronald! You're going too far, I've been忍 you for a long time!"

"I thought of something happy."

"You're clearly laughing at me, you haven't stopped!"

"Ron, Hermione, stop arguing—————"

Harry's persuasion didn't work until Sherlock spoke: "Quiet!"

He turned his head back and swept his gaze across the faces of the three: "Shut up, you're disturbing my thinking!"

The four of them moved forward in silence, their footsteps echoing in the damp corridor, the atmosphere oppressively suffocating.

Finally, they came to the end of the corridor, and a brightly lit room suddenly appeared before them.

Under the high vaulted ceiling, countless small birds, as dazzling as jewels, fluttered their wings and flew happily.

The gorgeous colors and lively姿态 seemed to turn the entire room into a dreamlike world.

Having just experienced that dim environment, the four of them couldn't help but be stunned by this scene.

After a moment, Harry muttered to himself: "These aren't birds, Professor Flitwick cast a spell on the keys."

His voice carried a hint of surprise and realization.

Because Sherlock had done his homework beforehand, and this time he happened to encounter a project that Harry was good at, he instantly reacted.

"But, which one is the one we need?"

Ron couldn't help but ask.

His eyes were full of doubt; finding the target among these hundreds of keys was like finding a needle in a haystack.

Hermione quickly walked to the door, bent down and carefully checked the lock, trying to find some clues.

"Well, I think it might be a silver key—and it's relatively large"

She muttered softly as she observed.

"Catch!"

At this moment, Sherlock had already grabbed a flying broom from beside the locked door and threw it to Harry with a clean and neat movement.

Seeing this, Ron's face instantly bloomed with excitement, and he said loudly:

"Harry, you're the Seeker, now it's up to you!"

Hermione raised her head in surprise, her eyes full of disbelief: "Sherlock, have you already found it?"

There were hundreds of keys here; even if you searched carefully, you might not be able to find it. How did Sherlock do it?

"Sherlock?"

Harry was also very puzzled; he was the Seeker, but he had to see the target first!

"Get ready."

Sherlock simply said, then quickly drew out his wand and pointed it at the flock of birds: "Accio Key!"

The next moment, a key was seen "swoosh", like an arrow shot from a bow, flying towards them.

As Hermione had said before, this was a huge silver key, emitting a sky-blue light throughout, making it particularly eye-catching among the many keys.

As the key got closer and closer to them, its appearance became clearer and clearer.

Its wings were bent to the side, as if telling of its past encounters,

They could even imagine the scene of it being grabbed and rudely stuffed into the keyhole.

However, even though it had been controlled by Sherlock's spell, it was still struggling, and the speed of its struggle was getting faster and faster, and its strength was getting greater and greater.

Obviously, it was still somewhat insufficient to deal with this key by relying solely on Sherlock's spell.

If no action was taken, the cooked duck would fly away.

After all, it was a mechanism arranged by the Charms professor himself; it was already not easy for Sherlock to successfully cast a spell to summon it.

However, Sherlock had expected this and arranged a backup plan in advance.

At this time, Harry already understood what he had to do.

Even though the broom under him was just an ordinary one, he still showed the strength of being the youngest Seeker in a century.

Harry clamped his legs hard, the flying broom accelerated sharply, and rushed out like a black lightning bolt.

In a harsh and unpleasant squeaking sound, Harry successfully pressed the key onto the stone wall.

Ron couldn't help but whistle, his face filled with excitement: "Harry, well done!"

"Thanks to Sherlock's Accio spell, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to catch it so quickly."

Harry jumped off the broom, excitedly opening the door with the key, without even raising his head.

"That's right, I thought we would need a few of us to ride flying brooms to block it, hahahaha—..."

Ron was laughing silly when Hermione suddenly said, "Ronald, are you even a wizard?"

(一一)

Women just know how to hold grudges!

Brothers are still better!

With a soft "click", the door was opened by Harry.

Almost the instant they stepped into the room, the originally pitch-black room was instantly brightly lit.

The dazzling light made them squint unconsciously.

If it was just this, it would be fine, but the key point was that after entering the door, they found themselves on the edge of a huge chessboard.

Standing in front of the four were black chess pieces taller than them, and at the other end of the room were white chess pieces of the same shape and size.

"Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration—"

Harry looked at Sherlock with some gratitude.

Thanks to his good brother, he had prepared himself mentally in advance, so that he wouldn't be frightened and tremble when he saw these faceless,森森恐怖 chess pieces.

On the way here, Harry had briefly told Ron about the trials they would encounter.

So at this moment, he couldn't help but look at Sherlock and express his opinion:

"It seems we have to play chess to get to the other room—boss, what do you think?"

"Let's try it first."

Sherlock thought for a moment, then threw a spell at the opposite white chess pieces,

"Confringo!"